My Brunette
I’m lovesick, I love sick glance.
Life is not a bed of roses, I’m dense.
Heart is covered in bruises, I’m dense.
My beloved left me for another guy.
She was a brute brunette that poisoned my brunch.
My body was laid in the hopeless snow,
My heart was pained by a reckless snob
who gazed at my smock with scorn.
Then I was not myself, I was just another guy.
We seem to dislike one another yet we
seem to love one another.
I was confused by the book of love
mentally and spiritually.
I was abused by a woman emotionally and physically.
Now I’m transparent, I’ve seen through
rose-coloured spectacles.
I’m not of posh family, no posh clothes.
My indignation is not just a pose; it’s a real pain from my Jaws!
Copyright © M La Mellz | Year Posted 2017
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